Chapter 1309

Aiken replied, "Okay."

After the call ended, Skylar considered telling Steven about Maisy. Unlike her, Steven hadn't endured such cruelty and didn't need to know about this unpleasant situation. It was better to let him believe Maisy was simply in hiding.

With everything that had happened, Skylar found sleep impossible. She'd been reading psychology books. Today, she was visiting Nicole Binder, a friend of Gloria's, for her 80th birthday. Skylar planned to bring a gift and offer a fortune-telling consultation; Nicole was facing difficulties at home. Initially, Nicole hadn't wanted a celebration due to her declining health, but the suggestion that a gathering might bring positive energy had persuaded her.

Skylar had hoped for more sleep before going, but unexpected events in Jipsburg altered her plans. She rubbed her temples, set down her book, and went to freshen up.

In a dimly lit warehouse, Maisy was blindfolded, a pair of discarded, smelly socks stuffed in her mouth. Sounds echoed—the distant noise of video games. No matter how much she protested, the others ignored her, treating her as invisible.

At that moment, her fear began to lessen. She couldn't believe Steven would actually harm her; she was his biological sister. She hadn't truly hurt Mona. She wondered if he would actually kill her. The socks' unbearable stench—like a month's worth of unwashed wear—was the only real issue.

She didn't know how long she'd been waiting. Just as she urgently needed to relieve herself, Steven hadn't arrived. Ten to twenty minutes passed before someone finally appeared. Hearing footsteps, Maisy made muffled sounds to signal Steven's arrival. She desperately wanted to remove the disgusting socks.

The footsteps were heavy. With each step, inexplicable dread settled over her, quickening her heart. Then, "Steven" stood before her. Maisy lifted her head, trying to remove the blindfold, but it felt glued to her face. She tugged, but it wouldn't budge.

Then, the socks were yanked from her mouth, and she spoke. "Let me go! Take this off my eyes! If you apologize sincerely, I might forgive you. Steven, I'm your biological sister! Think about who's more important—Mona or me? You'd treat me like this for her? Aren't you worried I'll never forgive you? And who are these people?"

Maisy felt no threat. She glared defiantly, demanding answers with an arrogant attitude. But the figure remained silent.

Suddenly, a sharp slap struck her face, stunning her. A powerful kick to her chest sent her flying backward, chair and all, to the ground.